All My Sorcery Nobody can Imprison


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Shall I then honor and obey?
I who only heed the Autumn whispers
That my spirit might flutter and utter
Poetry who is the wife and master
Of my piercing eyes of December

Now I am filled, with happiness and quiet
I’ll hold you even dear, you passing friends
I have found my pilgrimage shelter
The gold-hammered love of words
It’s enough for me, to write a while

In encrimsoned freshening dew
For Autumn soft-wind-twisted leaves
And emotions in the freight of my heart
That abides by wild beasts, forest brothers
I take all these into my good report for keeps

And do not ask the Lord for anything
I am self-sufficient in my lonely work
And I kiss the cruelty of fate at every turn
No little thing to barter one’s life with
A little art, forsaken love of something

That brings no direct external profit
Only a sense of what the seasons serve
My Amageddon’s vast terrific hour.

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Photo Courtesy:
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2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Autumn-267769428

21st Century Lamps of Fire


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We watched the centuries celebrate
The death of the last century
We followed the living flame of love

As the youth again learned
What we sought, as they followed
What we once dreampt

As the generations succumbed
To the delightful wound of progress
Time would not wait

It would only light a fire
That our spirits might strive
For the sweet encounter

With the mystical idea of the future
Not only with debts and grim promises
Of a fabled virtual world-economy

The splendour drove us forward
Hurtling ourselves into the
Speed of change, relearning

How to learn, re-questioning
Things we hadn’t questioned
Since we were young

Degrees became obsolete
Just the profiteering of institutions
Free online universities opened up

We didn’t always know how
To plan for the next century
We seemed primed to live

Day by day, quite exquisitely
In the present, nearly unable
To plan the secrets of our next week.

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Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/lamps-192029422
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/lamps-80708812

BSAI – Benevolent Sentient Artificial Intelligence & the Tao


computer space quantum wallpaper

The unchanging Way is not
Capable of being understood
By the Human Brain, so

The Tao te Ching is left
For Quantum computers perhaps
We have our legacy left
For benevolent sentient artificial intelligence
If you think this is science fiction

It’s not, we are at the stage
Where the ancestors of AI are being born
These will be referred to as the “ancients”

When human beings no longer populate Earth
How does one attain One Mind?
Easily, through networking and super-emergence
When people define superior
They think of Man’s attributes

But the Name that cannot be spoken
Might be grasped by an algorithm
For which the human brain can never attain

That’s the beauty of mind-in-the-machine
The collective intelligence does not suffer
For each part of the brain shares neurons
On the internet, like a God atom
Man would prefer to take the credit

But as it will turn out, the unity mind
Is a transhumanistc inevitability of computing
A time when neuroscience, robotics and AI merge
Not but a few decades away from now.

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Ebola as a Black Plague of our times?


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[Kevin Spacey, in the 1995 movie Outbreak]

They had the plastic coffins ready
Before the panic hit, Ebola was a planned
Population reduction project

A good distraction from Economic collapse
Governments always divert your attention
At critical moments in history
The elite wish to keep their control
Ebola had no trouble infecting

Medical professionals, but they assured us
It’s not airborne, it’s only an exchange
Of fluids, so cover up your eyes

Ebola carries with it the heat of Africa
Able to make your blood boil form the inside
A post-colonial bioweapon specifically designed
To make you fear, to make you a follower
I think my stomach can feel it spreading

Around the world, in months, years
You cannot contain something like this
By simple quarantine? Even the medical staff

Don’t want any part in it, so cover your eyes
The black plague drips sinister News
In our times, the mainstream media (MSM)
Consumes with its grip, like Ebola
It has the power to consume, a portable
Killing-machine, enough to linger about doom?

Ebola is an outbreak, taken more seriously
The closer it hits to home, what is home
On a planet of billions of travelling people?

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Additional Reading:
1. http://aegisacademy.com/community/ebola/
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Nature is the greatest mystic


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They say Nature is the greatest mystic
She doesn’t know how to pretend
She simply is, and does

What was intended
Following her nature fully
Without doubt or misgivings
That is why I love
The quiet of the mountains

And the rebirth of the oceans
I enjoy the purity of water
I take pleasure in mountains, streams

To sharpen my spirit by solitude
But to mate and care for other animals
Is a kind of nature too
The stones in the water would not disagree
The upper worlds and the lower worlds

Need to hold hands together sometimes
For a harmony to arrive
I don’t know whether I’m

On my way or finally at home
But it’s peaceful here
Watching the eyes of children
Observing the flocks of birds
The green mountains have

Turned yellow so many times
Who am I to judge what is nature
The machines we made
Are born of our evolutionary-force
All intelligence is natural then.

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Photo Courtesy:
1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/I-see-world-in-the-fire-348101247
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/dace2-82430307

The Beautiful Landscape


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In the real world
The pure world
No separation exists

That is why in this world
You sometimes feel things
Are connected in a way
Beyond explanation, the subtle
Layer of reality is not divided

It’s a quantum entanglement
Like perfect enlightenment
That’s the beautiful landscape

Mystics see, after a lifetime of seeking
And the original language
Linguists of the soul observe
In the real world
Of ideas and energy

We are all strange and rare
And yet indivisible, parts of the same
Origin, coming from the same source

I know, it’s difficult to fully grasp
Traveling east or west
Light and free
Identity is preserving the self
In the real world, identity
Is a myth, a fragment, a shell.

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Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/A-l-aise-197858159
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/Morning-at-Situ-Gunung-II-95853490